Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.